At least three times she had seen them pull out cell phones and natter about her to their friends. She suspected that some were arriving forewarned.No...w she faced Brad and wanted to crawl away and die. Or crawl back to Ms. Bendon and beg her to lift the trigger. Or plead with her to just let her cum."Good evening," Heather began, her voice in a permanent quaver from her strained arousal.Brad stared, eyes wide. "Wow, Heather, you look--" I'm your dancing harem girl," Heather continued, losing the. Instead of kissing me, she placed her forehead against my own. She was sweating. ‘Is that what you want?’ she asked, ‘Is that what you really want?’. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to damn myself any further. Her lips met mine, ever so lightly. She gasped. Her shaking slowed. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again, at first tentatively and then with rising passion. I could feel her mold her body against mine, feel her place her hand behind my neck as she pulled my. I pretended to go to bed and waited. Soon the house was quiet and I walked down the hall to my son’s room. I listened and heard a slight moan. I carefully turned the knob of the door and peeked into the room. He had my panties held to his nose while his fist pumped his large stiff cock. I knew he was thinking of fucking me and the thought turned me on so much that I lost control. I opened the door and Tony quickly tried to hide what he had been doing.“Are you ok Tony?” I asked as I came. It was 9am I had the morning shower.And breakfast. Was dressed in the mandatary day uniform. This being white shirt tie tight regulation black knickers. Over these super skin tight stretchy white cotton shorts. These did not hide erection but made them more prominent, and black canvas shoes.According to what I had been told also written in the regulations that I had not fully memorized yet. A staff member could order me to any of the correction rooms. They then gave you a ticket with the room.